many stars in the sky

Edgar Allan Poe For the Signs
  • Aries: "Years of love have been forgot
  • In the hatred of a minute."
  • Taurus: "Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones."
  • Gemini: "There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."
  • Cancer: "Love like mine can never be gotten over."
  • Leo: "I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."
  • Virgo: "…a route obscure and lonely,
  • Haunted by ill angels only."
  • Libra: "But my heart it is brighter
  • than all of the many
  • stars in the sky."
  • Scorpio: "All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire."
  • Sagittarius: "Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."
  • Capricorn: "I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind."
  • Aquarius: "These were days when my heart was volcanic."
  • Pisces: "And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy."

I want to have a constant.

The person, I can call at 3 am and wonder about why there are so many stars in the sky.

The person, I can call when I’m bored and makes time for me.

The person, who’ll drive miles just to see me.

The person, who I can cry to when everything seems like a blur.

The person, who’ll call me up just to check on me.

The person, who I can tell my deepest secret.

The person, who’ll be there no matter what.

Because I’m all those persons but no one seems to effort as much as I do for them.

—  pmmhv 

Comic dub of an Overwatch fancomic by @dogtit - featuring the voices of @totalspiffage, Tiana Camacho and @hnilmik! Just how many AUs are there out there, you may be asking? As many as there are stars in the night sky! So like, at least a dozen, maybe two.

If you enjoyed that, why not watch some of my other Overwatch comic dubs?
The Neck’s Best Thing
Spending Critique
Pickup Masters

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A Song of LadiesArianne Martell

The sun was gone, and the sky was full of stars. So many. She leaned her back against a fluted pillar and wondered if her brother was looking at the same stars tonight, wherever he might be. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria’s star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her, those are ten thousand ships. She burned as bright as any man, and so shall I. You will not rob me of my birthright! ― The Queenmaker, A Feast for Crows.

It’s a hard thing to explain to someone. Love, that is. It’s even harder to explain Love to one who hasn’t and harder still to one who Is Not You because not everyone Loves the same.

The hardest is describing unrequited Love. Love of an old flame that has since ceased to shine for them but still gives you paltry candlelight to read by. Love of an Old House, yours or someone else’s for it’s age, it’s floor’s scuffs speaking of families and life lived.

Love of things you may never see the whole of, the sea, the sky, the stars.

So many things can be Loved.

You chose the Sea. Like a Dreamer. Like a Fool. Like a Sailor.

It is unrequited. You Care for the Sea. Love her even. And it’s a pity and a shame that you can never tell someone in words how you Love her. They can’t fathom that.

So you ran. Or drove, rather.

Far from the cold coast in the East with it’s green water and old lighthouses.

Farther still from the warmer, bluer waters in the west, making war with high cliffs and desert sand

And farthest of all from the warmest waters in the south, where oil is found, dolphins male their homes and families revel in the sun baking them on white sand.

In your running from all this compass points, West, East, and South you went North. Then North-East, North-West and all the points between.

You found a college in all that time running. Your just as wise as the sophomores and some juniors. In time you enrolled in classes and found Love for other things. Practical things. Cooking classes, art, carving, dance. So many choices. A scholar would be drunk upon the knowledge in this place. Some did. Most never leave.

You were a fool twice for never reading the pamphlets and not heeding your RA when they told you to not go wandering alone. Not paying heed to the lack of students in campus when the sun was too low on the horizon. Dawn and Dusk reeking of Magic. Of things older than any boat you’ve seen or sailed.

And like a fool thrice, you followed that smell.

A footpath turned deer trail that had faded to a long thin trail that swallowed light as much as unwary fools.

You came to a field with a table before you, the sky above had shifted from high noon to dusk and the food and drink smelled better than any galley, diner or your mother’s kitchen ever could. The hosts and guests seemed delighted, joyful and… Wrong.

A man turns to usher you to a table but his hand stops short of your jacket. The one you wore all last sailing season. His lips curl into a snarl as teeth like a wolves jut from his gums.


He spits the word like poison as you take a step away and he closes the distance and reaches for your neck and closes like a vise.

The pressure lasts seconds, squeezing your windpipe like plastic straw before you smell… Burnt meat?
His pale hand yanks from your neck and you see blisters and scorch marks in the shape of the anchor you wore so close to your neck to keep it with you aloft.

You scrabble through jacket pockets for your knife, digging past bits of tarred rope and when you grasp something cold and… Steel!

You brandish it forward, shoulders set only to find a heavy spike of cold, old patinaed iron in your hands. The Not Man snarls as do the other guests as you slowly back towards the forest’s edge and make haste back to campus grounds. Clutching your anchor and marlinspike like your life depended on it. This time it did.

You, fool, Sea Lover, she may not know of your infatuation but your obsession with her saved you this night.

Dumb luck, your RA called it.

You picked up pamphlets that night, and salt, and cream and learned more shanties and old folk songs to sing. You busied your hands with lanyards and bracelets and carvings. And learned Old Stories of your new home, Elsewhere University.

Beginners’s luck only happens once.

And you cannot wait for someone, something, to save you every time.

This is knowledge, freely given, without debt nor lien.

Welcome students. From a fool.


BTS Reaction - when their girlfriend is mesmerized by the sky - requested

Anonymous said: Can I ask for a reaction from bts at y/n suddenly be mesmerized by how pretty the night sky and the stars are and stuff? hehe thought itd be cute.

AW AW THIS IS TOTALLY CUTE i might have to add a scene like this in an upcoming fanfiction


When you grab his sleeve while you two are getting into the car for dinner that night, he’d smile down at her and see the excitement in your eyes as you point at the stars. He finds it absolutely adorable and you guys end up ditching dinner to lay on the lawn and watch the stars. He’ll crack corny pick up lines the entire time, by the way.

“Isn’t the sky amazing? I wonder how many stars are up there.”

“It is amazing, and those stars will never be as bright as you, Y/N.”


He would be just as excited as you would be. You’d smack his shoulder and point at the moon, and Tae would grab your hand and drag you up a nearby hill. 

“Let’s do this more often, okay Y/N? Why haven’t we thought of this as a date idea before?”


He’d just laugh and smile at you the entire time. You’d be laying there on an old blanket on a hot summer night, and your head would be on his chest. You’d be staring at the stars and trying to look for constellations, while Jungkook just stared at you.

“This is so pretty Jungkookie, isn’t it? I wish every night was like this.”

“I love you, Y/N. Nothing will ever be as pretty as you.”


He’d be the one to let you know that there was a meteor shower tonight. You’d only laugh and suggest he get the blankets, and that you’ll grab the flashlight. 

“Look! There it goes.”

“Ohmygosh was that a shooting star? Make a wish, make a wish!”


If you got excited by the stars, he would totally be the type to ask if you wanted to go on a walk around the park and stargaze. Each time you found a constellation, you’d squeeze his hand and you two would try to guess the name for it.

“Wait, which one is it again? Aren’t they based on those zodiac signs?”


You told him that you always wanted to have a date under the stars. So Jimin being Jimin, he set up a blanket and some candles in the corner of the park, where you two could lay down and watch the stars. You would cuddle up to him and he’d put his arm around you, while using the other one to point up at constellations.

“You’re so cute when you get excited, do you know what Y/N?”


After you two had a disagreement, you’d walk outside onto the balcony and look up at the sky, where there were millions scattered everywhere. Namjoon would come out and wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder, and the two of you would stare up at the sky.

“I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want to look at the stars.”